Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 390

Chapter 390: A Breath Stolen Back from Death
Stillness. The air was thick with the weight of something beyond comprehension, something unnatural, something that should have never happened. And yet, it did.

A sharp, ragged inhale shattered the silence like the first crack in an unbreakable wall. The sound was so faint, so fragile, yet in this moment, it was the only thing that mattered. Pyris didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. His entire body had frozen, locked in a moment between grief and something more terrifying—hope.

His trembling fingers, still curled around Moonveil’s lifeless form, twitched.

He had spent what felt like an eternity trapped in despair, his very soul pouring out in a broken symphony of sobs, his voice lost in the echoes of pain that refused to fade. He had felt her slip away, felt her warmth leave, felt the agonizing stillness of death claim her.

But now—now something was different.

Another breath. This one deeper, steadier, as if the very act of existence was returning to her.

And then—movement.

It started small. The faintest shift of fingers against his chest, a barely-there twitch that sent a violent shudder through his entire being. He still couldn’t believe it, still couldn’t let himself hope, because hope was cruel, hope was a lie, hope was what made loss unbearable.

But his arms instinctively tightened around her, unwilling to let go, unwilling to lose her again.

The world had gone silent. No wind, no whispers of lingering chaos, no distant wail of the moon—only the sound of breath. Hers. Alive.

And then, her eyes opened.

Silver lashes trembled as slitted pupils flickered into focus, their glow dim, uncertain, as if she had been thrown from the depths of oblivion back into existence with no warning, no explanation. Her gaze was hazy, unfocused, lost in a realm between the living and the dead.

But she was here.

Pyris made a sound—a choked, broken thing caught between a sob and a breathless exhale.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t speak. He could only stare, his entire world shrinking down to the impossible reality before him. She was looking at him. Seeing him. Not as a fading memory, not as a fleeting dream, but as something real.

And then, awareness struck her.

Her chest rose sharply as if something had suddenly pulled her fully back into reality. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his ruined suit—what was left of it, the touch weak, hesitant, but undeniably there. Pyris felt it like a burning brand against his skin, proof that she wasn’t an illusion, wasn’t some cruel trick played by fate to shatter him further.

She was alive.

Selara Moonveil was alive.

Yet Pyris still couldn’t move, couldn’t react, couldn’t even breathe as her lips parted, her voice struggling to form words that refused to come. She looked confused, dazed, as if pulled from the deepest abyss with no memory of how or why. And Pyris—he was breaking.

Tears still stained his face, his breathing was still uneven, his entire being still trembled with the aftershocks of loss that had come too fast, too brutal, too final. And now? Now she was here, warm in his arms, real.

His grip on her tightened.

And then, finally, after what felt like eternity, he moved.

With no hesitation, no restraint, no thought beyond the need to hold her closer, Pyris buried his face into her shoulder.

His body shook, the sobs that had once been screams of grief now twisting into something raw, something no words could ever describe. His fingers clenched, holding onto her as if letting go would make her disappear again, as if she would slip away if he loosened his grasp even slightly.

And then he spoke—barely.

“Selara…”

It wasn’t just a name. It was everything. A prayer, a plea, a desperate confirmation that this moment wasn’t just another cruel trick of fate. His voice was hoarse, wrecked from the weight of sorrow that still clung to him, but in it, there was something else—something breaking free.

Moonveil blinked slowly, her mind still catching up, still trying to understand. But the moment she felt him, the moment she truly registered the warmth, the trembling hold, the silent devastation in the way he clung to her, her own body moved on instinct without needing her mind to tell her what to do as if it’s what her very soul desired.

Weak arms lifted, shaky fingers reaching up, hesitating for only a second before pressing against his back. The touch was soft, unsure, but Pyris felt it as if it had burned straight through him. She was holding him back.

“I’m here.”

Two words.

And Pyris broke.

A choked sound escaped him, his breath stuttering, his body curling further around hers, as if he could shield her from everything—even fate itself.

He had never known fear like this. The fear of almost losing her. The fear of never getting this moment. The fear that if he let go, even for a second, she would slip back into the void, and he would be left alone in the ashes of what should have never been.

But she was here. She was here.

The moon no longer wept.

The world no longer trembled.

And for the first time since this nightmare began—Pyris wasn’t alone.

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A Ruvon should not be this confused.

Should not be this horrified after what she’d gone through herself in that secret realm. Should not be questioning reality like some poor mortal who just saw their first divine phenomenon.

And yet—here she was.

She had prepared herself for the end. Oh, she felt it when that man hit her and then when Pyris started breaking—

That raw, violent, universe-bending force tearing through the academy, warping existence itself, as if reality had been placed into a blender set to maximum annihilation mode..She had watched as the ground fractured, the walls split apart, and the very air itself lost its goddamn mind.

She had braced herself for the moment where all of this, all of them, would cease to be.

But this?

This was some other level of bullshit.

She stared at the scene before her—the academy, once on the brink of collapse, now eerily stable. The destruction that had once seemed inevitable had been erased as if reality had simply… changed its mind.

And the cause?

Not some divine intervention. Not some great, cosmic reset.

A tiny, fluffy creature.

That thing. But the existence had more in store for her!